It's a bloody Mary morning

Baby left me without warning

Sometime in the night

So I'm flying down to Houston

Forgetting her the nature of my flight



As we taxi toward the runway

With the smog and haze reminding me

Of how I feel

Just a country boy who's learning

That the pitfalls of the city are extremely real



All the nightlife and the parties

Temptation and a seat

The order of the day

We'll it's a bloody Mary morning

And I'm leaving baby

Somewhere in L.A.



Our golden jet is airborne

And flight